Again, I came back to my lonely little apartment after my 9 to 5 pace. Like usual, went down to get my dinner at the stall. It seems that this is the ritual I’ve been doing for the past 10 years. Nothing new or out of the ordinary except the occasional call for a hangout just to get all sentimental on old memories. Yup, my live is boring. I admit that, but somehow, I’ve been predicting this since Day 1.

After that hot and steaming bath that I took everyday just to give myself the warmth that I’ve been missing, I sat in front of the tv with my take away dinner box a few inches away from me. Turning on the tv like usual while I towel dry my liveless hair, there he was performing on stage just like he did when he’s 23. This does bring back so many memories of us together……..

I was 20 and he was 23. He is a boy and I am a girl. We met and we fall in loved, but we didn’t get to the next phrases of the relationship. There were no wedding bells and beautiful wedding dress with me walking towards the man of my dreams. Yes, he was the man of my dreams.